Inside Out 2 Jealousy Novels & Stories

"Please, answer me." He didn't look down. He didn't blink. He was completely deaf to her words, his mind entirely consumed by a pitch-black, suffocating jealousy that had warped his sanity. To him, the throne room was still playing on a loop, the golden prince claiming her, and worse, her begging for that prince's life. The beast beneath his skin was thrashing against its cage, demanding to isolate its mate, to strip away every lingering ghost of her past until the only thing left in her universe was him.

She didn’t let him out of her sight for more than a few minutes at a time. And I hated how much it bothered me. A sharp, ugly jealousy twisted in my chest every single time. I stayed quiet, drifting through the house like a ghost, trying to make myself as invisible as possible. I didn’t look at Marcus much. I didn’t speak to him unless absolutely necessary. I barely even acknowledged the heated, secret glances he tried to send my way across the room. But inside, I was burning up with jealousy, need, and shame. Every time Mom leaned in to kiss him deeply, I remembered how his mouth had felt on mine, demanding, possessive, and addictive. Every time she ran her hand over his broad chest or rest

Sadness slowly enveloped him. Amy held her stomach, seemingly apologizing to the child she was carrying. I'm sorry, baby. I'm sorry,' he whispered, trying to be strong and not hurt. He knew his feelings of jealousy were wrong, but he couldn't help but be hurt by the scene he witnessed. Zack is surprised by the unexpected return of his girlfriend, Vanessa who he thought was still in America. He immediately felt the tension in the office. Before he could react properly, Vanessa suddenly spoke. "Oh, who is she?" Vanessa asked flatly, unable to hide the jealousy in her voice as she glared at Amy.

His robe fell open, his cock hard against her stomach. Her hands slid inside, gripping him, stroking until he growled deep in his chest. “You think anyone else gets this?” he demanded, thrusting into her palm. “You think anyone else will ever touch you again?” “No,” she gasped, his jealousy searing her. “Only you.” “That’s right.” His hand slid under her skirt, ripping her panties aside with brutal efficiency. He lifted her against the wall, pinning her with his weight. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he thrust inside her with a groan so raw it shook her.

She was mine by right, by history, by everything we'd built together before I'd destroyed it. My hands clenched into tight fists, the knuckles turning white as my fingernails dug into my palms hard enough to draw blood. Small crescents of pain bloomed where my nails broke skin. I could feel one of the stitches on my ribs pop from the tension, a warm trickle of fresh blood seeping into the new bandage, but I didn't care. The jealousy was a living, breathing monster inside my chest, clawing at my lungs and squeezing my heart until I thought it might burst. It consumed every rational thought, every survival instinct, leaving only raw, primal possession in its wake.

I was shocked by the level of jealousy that overcame me. With a burning acid in my stomach it clawed at my throat. I detested this emotion. The taste of burnt toast being confined in this mansion and Tuesday mornings were all things I detested more than this. I shouldnt be jealous because he was a monster—a cold-blooded cunning emotionally deranged gargoyle in a custom suit. It wasnt fair. I should be appalled. Even more relieved that he was obviously seeing someone else demonstrating that he wasnt some sort of siren beckoning me to my demise. As though trying to persuade the fabrics very fibers I screamed angrily into the duvet

That beautiful face will not see the world again! Jenny plotted. She really wanted to. Her heart was governed by a demon heart. Her jealousy to her is very deep. She really wanted to destroy her. : Because of you! Leah! Jenny carved in her heart. ▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪ [ Chapter 24: End ] ▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪

The thought gnawed at him, his jealousy simmering just beneath the surface. He retreated, disappearing from view, his heart racing from the intense fight to suppress his feelings. Before he said or did something he would later regret, he had to leave. --- Subsequently, Jason discovered himself pacing his office, his resentment and jealousy growing with each stride. He felt more uncomfortable than he wanted to admit after hearing what Kendall and Alicia were talking about. He kept playing it back to himself, picturing Kendall telling Alicia that she was sick of him and didn't want to be in this marriage any longer.

As I pass by, I can't help but notice that Alice and Alex are engrossed in their own conversation, oblivious to what that just unfolded. Alice clutches onto Alex, tears streaming down her face, and he consoles her, rubbing her back. Something stirs deep within me, igniting a fierce storm of conflicting emotions. A pang of jealousy twists in my gut. Why can't it be just leave her the hell alone? Fuck! The frustration boils over, bubbling hot and fierce as I continue to watch them, feeling like an outsider looking in on a world of closeness and understanding that seems forever out of reach.

Justina's confident demeanor persisted, adding a layer of tension to the room as I grappled with the unsettling surge of emotions. Fueled by an overwhelming surge of jealousy, I moved forward with a determined stride, snatching the wristwatch from Professor Blake's hands. Placing it firmly into Justina's hands, I asserted, "This isn't the right place to give someone a gift. If you want to give anyone a gift, go give it to your boyfriend, not Professor Blake."